September 2006

When Dean awoke, it was dark and still, but he could hear his roommate Chris breathing quickly. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he looked over at Chris’s bed. He could see the sheets moving as Chris jerked off, his hand slipping up and down his rod, which was poking up against the bed sheets, making a tent of the thin cotton. Dean felt his dick hardening as he watched Chris stroking himself, his breath coming faster and ragged.

Dean slipped his hand down his boxers, stroking his stiff cock slowly with his fingertips as he listened to his roommate jerking off. He and Chris had been roommates for three years at college, and they had jerked off at the same time many nights, but it had been getting more and more frequent lately. He loved the sound of Chris’ breath coming fast and hard, and the slight squelching sound his foreskin made as he pulled it back and forth over his wet cockhead.

“Unh!” Chris groaned quietly, and Dean rubbed his own dick faster as he listened to his roommate come. Chris was pressing his hips up, his cockhead throbbing against the sheet as he spurted his cum. A moment later, Dean bit back a groan as he came as well, his cum pouring down over his shaft, coating his fingers and his balls with the thick creamy fluid.

The next day, instead of going to his afternoon class, Dean headed back to the room. He slid the key into the lock quietly and opened the door. Chris was lying on his bed, completely naked. His cock was hard, and he was looking at a magazine as he stroked himself. Dean had seen Chris’ dick hard a few times before, but never had he gotten such a good look at it. Chris was using three fingers to pull his foreskin back and forth over his dickhead, which was shining with pre-cum. Dean’s cock, which had been hard already as he walked back to the room, gave a big throb.

“What are you doing back?” Chris said, sitting up, trying to hide his hard-on with the magazine.

“I decided that I’d rather come spend time with you than go to class,” Dean said. He locked the door and then dropped his backpack on the ground as he peeled off his clothes. “Go on, keep doing what you were doing,” Dean said.

Chris pulled the magazine off his prick and began stroking himself again, sliding the foreskin back and forth over his rounded, swollen cockhead as he watched Dean undressing. He stared at Dean’s dick, the fat shaft and heavy balls surrounded by thick, dark hair. Dean wrapped his fist around his prick, squeezing it so his cockhead bulged. “I’ve been thinking that we spend so much time listening to each other jerk off that we might as well do it together,” Dean said.

He sat down beside Chris on the bed and reached for his roommate’s cock. Chris’ breathing got faster as Dean closed his hand over Chris’ shaft, pulling the foreskin back and forth the way Chris had done himself. Chris closed his eyes, reaching over between Dean’s legs to return the favor. The men looked at each other’s dicks as they jerked each other off, savoring the feeling of a new, strong hand on their cocks instead of their own. They were both too turned on to last for long, and soon they were both spraying their loads, coating each other’s hands with their cum.

That night, Dean rolled over onto his back and began to beat off, remembering the way Chris’ hot, hard shaft had felt inside his hand. Chris got out of bed and slipped into Dean’s instead, his cock lying like a log against Dean’s thigh. Dean rolled over and they kissed, their cocks rubbing together. Then they gradually moved around, kissing and stroking each other’s bodies until they were lying on their sides, their cocks against each other’s mouths.

Chris licked Dean’s shaft as Dean sucked Chris’ cock between his lips, and then Chris did the same. They sucked each other off with the same rhythm, pumping their hips back and forth, breathing harder as their balls tightened. “I’m coming!” Dean gasped, pulling his mouth off of Chris’ prick for long enough to speak and then plunging it deep into his mouth again.

Instead of pulling back, Chris kept his lips locked around Dean’s shaft, sucking hungrily at the fat rod as Dean came, filling his mouth with cum. The taste of another man’s spunk on his tongue was too much for him, and a moment later, Dean was rewarded when Chris’ jism filled his mouth. They licked each other clean, and then fell asleep. In the morning they both woke up hard and ready for another round. Instead of sucking each other off, they kissed and humped their dicks together until they came, coating each other’s cocks and stomachs with their cum. They decided to skip class and spend the day in bed. After all, college was supposed to be about learning, and they both had a lot to learn about each other’s cocks.

“Hey, wake me up at six tomorrow?” Joe called to his roommate Gene. He’d been sleeping through his alarm clock all week and if he was late one more time he was going to get fired.

“No problem,” Gene yelled back. Joe collapsed into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

At six am, Joe felt the bed shifting. He clenched his eyes against the sunlight streaming through the blinds and then blinked. Gene was straddling his chest, pointing his long, stiff prick at Joe’s mouth. “Time to get up,” Gene smirked. He flexed his hips forward, pushing his dick into Joe’s surprised mouth.

Joe felt the bulbous head push past his lips and over his dry tongue. He swallowed, and reached for Gene’s hips to push him away, but somehow ended up pressing his hands on his roommate’s ass and pulling him in further. He sucked on Gene’s long, skinny prick, his mouth getting wetter and wetter the harder Gene thrust into his muth, his balls bouncing against Joe’s chin.

“Fuck yeah,” Gene moaned, pushing his hips forward one more time, nearly choking Joe with his hard-on as he came. Joe swallowed his spunk and then Gene withdrew, wiping his dripping dick on Joe’s lips. “Get ready for work or you’ll be late,” Gene said, and then disappeared back into his own room. Joe jerked off in the shower, the salty taste of Gene’s cum tickling his throat.

They didn’t see each other that night, but the next morning Joe was awakened by the feeling of something warm and wet on his dick. He pulled the sheet aside, and Gene smiled up at him. His mouth was wrapped around Joe’s morning glory, sucking his hard cock for all he was worth. He removed his mouth from Joe’s pole long enough to say “Time to wake up,” and then went back to bobbing up and down on his dick.

After the experience of yesterday and today, it didn’t take Joe long at all to come. Gene was squeezing his balls and his shaft, licking his dick. Without warning, his cock pulsed and shot a geyser. Gene
pulled his head back, letting Joe’s spunk spurt onto his own cock. When he was done, Gene lowered his head and licked him clean.

Again, all Gene said was “Get ready for work or you’ll be late,” before going back to his room. Joe liked Gene’s ideas a lot better
than the annoying buzz of his alarm clock, but he wasn’t quite sure what was going on, either. He was walking around work all day with a massive erection, and people were looking at him strangely.

Friday morning, Joe was sleeping on his stomach when Gene came in. Gene lay on top of his sleeping roommate, pushing aside the sheets and stroking his hard dick up and down the crack of Joe’s ass. He didn’t
fuck him, just pressed up and down between his ass cheeks, pre-cum dripping down onto Joe’s balls. Joe pressed back, his own dick rubbing pleasantly against the sheets. Gene came first, a stream of jism
running down Joe’s ass, tickling his asshole, as Joe exploded in sticky wetness, cum sticking to the sheets and his stomach. Gene knelt and licked Joe’s ass clean and then rolled him over and slurped up Joe’s
cum.

Gene got up, his limp dick flopping against his thighs. “Get ready for work and you’ll be late.” He opened the door to Joe’s room and then stopped and turned back. “And I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he
finished, smiling.

Just after I graduated college, I went to Germany on an exchange program, living with a great host family, who had a son just about my age. His name was Gunther, and he was a big, blonde, muscular man. I had done some experimenting with other guys in college and after a week of living with him, I was seriously getting the urge to suck his dick. I had seen him getting dressed, and his cock was as big as the rest of him, but even better, it was uncut, which really drove me wild. I imagined peeling back the foreskin and licking the pre-cum from his fat cockhead.

One weekend his parents went away, and as I walked by his room on the first night, the door was open a crack. I peeked in and saw Gunther lying on his back, completely naked, beating his meat. If I had thought his cock was big when it was soft, I was completely amazed by how huge it was hard. He used one hand to roll the foreskin back and forth over his dickhead while he fondled his balls with the other. His cockhead was just as shiny and red as if someone had been sucking it, and I wanted more than ever to take it in my mouth.

I stood and watched him, quietly unzipping my pants and taking my own, smaller, circumcised prick in my hand. I matched him stroke for stroke, even fondling my balls the same way. I understood why he did it, it felt great. Gunther squeezed his eyes shut and grunted as he came. He lifted his hips off the bed and sprayed a geyser of spunk towards the ceiling. The thick cum dribbled down over his shaft, onto his stomach and thighs. As I imagined going in there and licking it off his pale skin, I came too, spurting my cum quietly into my hand before I crept down the hall.

The next morning, I was surprised to find Gunther walking around naked in the kitchen, his massive cock swaying between his thighs. “What’s up?” I asked.

“Good morning,” Gunther said, tossing his thick blonde hair out of his eyes and grinning at me. “I hope you do not mind if I walk around like this. I prefer it this way when no one is at home.” I shrugged, letting him know it was okay with me, but inside I was rejoicing. As I ate breakfast, I watched him walk around with that big dick dangling between his thighs.

All day Gunther walked around naked. Sometimes his dick was hard, sometimes it was soft, but it was always big and tempting. Late in the afternoon, he went to take a nap, and I walked into the living room to find him lying on the sofa with his arm over his eyes. His hH His cock was lying like a fat sausage on his thighs. I stood there, admiring his naked body as I took my own dick out and began to stroke it.

“You like to look?” Gunther asked suddenly, without removing his arm from his eyes. I froze, mid-stroke, by cock throbbing furiously, as I had just been on the brink of coming. “It is alright to look,” he said. “But it would be better for you to taste.”

With that, he pulled his arm from his eyes and flashed me a slow, lazy grin as he took his hardening rod in his hand. He used his thumb to wiggle the foreskin around, making it swell further. I walked over to him and knelt beside him. He pulled back the foreskin and ran the head of his cock all over my lips so I could lick away the salty pre-cum. Then he fed his cock into my hungry mouth.

Gunther’s pole was so big I had to stretch my lips to get them all the way around his cockhead. He rubbed his prick while I sucked him off, I could feel the loose skin pressing up against my lips as he stroked himself. My own hand was on my cock, pounding furiously. I was so excited to actually be sucking Gunther’s dick. He reached under my chin and rubbed his balls the way he had been the other day, masturbating into my mouth. I sucked hard on his cockhead as I came, my cum shooting out of my prick and landing on the sofa where Gunther lay.

He sat up so he could feed his prick more easily into my mouth and I bobbed up and down on his thick shaft until he came. The feeling of that enormous cock spewing jism into my mouth is a sensation I will never forget. We played until his parents came home the next day, and I spent the rest of my visit there finding new ways to make love to Gunther’s big cock.